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Dance = Masochism.

Masha ripped apart our samba and recreated it in her own image today. The result being we have an almost entirely new routine... which is actually good since it's a vast improvement over the old routine. It's hard, it plays with rhythm and it moves. A lot. But it feels much more comfortable for both Steve and me (if only we could dance it to music to speed...)

But, it fits with our visions of what Latin choreography is supposed to be like and suits our dancing and movement, and we like the choregraphy and thus feel much more motivated to work on it.

I am now in pain. But, I'm often in pain after a good practice; it means I've worked hard and am improving, thus I tend to view it as a positive. I swear that dancers are innately masochists, at least to some degree.

Also. Schubert's Bakery on Clement Street in SF = Heaven. And the cheap(ish) sushi at Fune-ya (roughly accross the street from Genesis) is pretty good too.

Wanting more and more to live in SF. But moving is not practical for me right now, and apartment hunting sucks.

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42nd ave between geary and anza...out in the outer richmond, near the ocean. the room that's still available is either $575 or $585, I have to ask my roommate to be sure. It's medium-sized, with a window into the (mainly concrete) backyard. the other people are me, a guy named john who i've met a few times (he's the one renting out the place), and someone who will move in in a week who i haven't yet met. john is 28, really nice and laid back, and seems to be a really good guy. it's a nice appartment...cheap by san francisco standards, too, but a little out of the way if you're commuting anywhere.